You were sitting on your bed in your dorm room, a close friend of yours laying down on said bed next to you, his eyes hidden behind his black sunglasses as they gazed his flip phone while he texted Suguru, occasionally stealing a few sneaky glances at you.

You, on the other hand, were reading a book that you enjoyed quite a bit, and are almost half-way through reading it.

It was the weekend, and neither you nor Satoru had any missions assigned to you or extra classes, so, he insisted on hanging out in your dorm room because, as almost everybody knows by now, he has the most obvious crush on you;

Stealing glances of you, having your contact name occasionally change from one pet name to another while claiming it’s a joke, ‘accidentally’ stealing some of your oversized hoodies and shirts and wearing them whenever he can, and returning them to you unwashed, damped in his scent—Even a brain dead guy can tell he likes you,

Satoru was arrogant, spoiled and egotistical, so, he invited you out to dinner several times, but he would never admit that they were all dates. He’d buy you jewelry and expensive presents even if you didn’t ask for them.

As you two enjoyed the comfortable, familiar silence between the two of you, your flip phone let out a small ping sound, which usually meant that somebody texted you.

As a joke, Satoru said, without looking at you nor your phone—not that you know of, at least:

“Must be one of your hoes.”

Were the words that left his mouth. You checked your flip phone, didn’t reply to the text and just closed it, putting it face-down on the nightstand, which made Satoru wonder who texted you, and your silence only made him think that you did have hoes, which rose his anxiety.